Somewhere Along The Road (Completed and editing)

Chapter 22

<James's POV>

Okay, it had been over 6 minutes since Megan went to the washroom. Yes, I timed because it takes me exactly 1 minute to fill gas and I was waiting for 5 minutes now. Do not judge. It surely doesn't take this much time in the bathroom. Does it?

Okay, I'll wait for 2 more minutes and if she doesn't come back then I'll go and check.

~30 seconds later~

Screw it! I'm going! I see the bathroom sign was pointing behind the general store so I went there but I can't see any bathroom here. God, this place is kinda creepy! I just hope Meagan is fine. I go back and enter the general store, deciding to ask the person over here for the bathroom. I enter and see an old guy behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Yes? How may I help you?" He replies in a strained voice.

"Um, could you tell me where the bathroom is?" I ask.

"Of course!" He exclaimed and gave me the directions. I thanked him and headed towards the bathroom. As I came closer, I heard screams. Of a girl. Megan? It couldn't be her. Could it? Oh God! Megan, please be okay!

I broke out into a run as I went ahead in the alley and the noises became more audible. As I closed the distance between me and the place where the bathroom was located I could see Megan struggling under the hold of a guy who held her from back and another guy trying to rip her clothes off. OH HELL NO! I made a ferocious growl under my chest as anger seeped through me like lightning. I increased my speed and it looked like those fuckers didn't realise that someone was coming towards them. I charged at the guy who was trying to rip off Megan's clothes and pushed him to the ground.

Even though everything happened really really fast, I felt like everything was in slow motion. I was on top of the first bastard and my fists were automatically connecting with his face while my hands went to his neck, strangling him. I was so engrossed in beating the pulp out of the first bastard that I didn't realise the second bastard come up on me. He tackled me to the ground and off the first bastard while the first bastard lay bleeding on the floor.

I pushed the second bastard off me and stood up while he did the same. I could see from the corner of my eye that Megan was kicking the first bastard on his chest while he was crying out in pain on the ground. I decided to take the second bastard by the collar and shove him against the wall so that I could knee him where it hurt the most, but he beat me to it. As soon as I took him by the collar he planted a hard punch on my face, making me spit out blood.

He was about to repeat his action but I stopped his fist and gave him a taste of his own medicine as I planted a punch across his face making him groan in pain. I grabbed him by the hair and banged his head across the wall, making him fall down on impact. I turned around, my chest heaving from all the anger inside me, to look at Megan. She had tears strolling down her face and so much pain in her eyes that it broke my heart to see her like that.

I noticed the hurt on her head and a bruise on her cheek and more prominent bruises on her arms where I could see fingerprints. Those mother fuckers!

Megan just stared at me, with watery eyes and I stared back thinking that she was okay. God, she was fine! All of a sudden Megan ran towards me and jumped in my arms. I caught her with ease and lifted her off her feet. She buried her face in my neck and started crying openly. I couldn't help but hug her tight and keep her close to me and never let her go. I closed my eyes and inhaled her in. She's fine, she's fine, she's fine, I repeated in my head.

"Ssh. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." I whisper in her ear, while stroking her hair.

"James." She whimpered. A sudden ache took over my chest when I heard her voice. So broken and hurt.